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CAN YOU EXPLAIN A HARD IDEA USING ONLY THE TEN HUNDRED MOST USED WORDS? IT'S NOT VERY EASY. TYPE IN THE BOX TO TRY IT OUT.
Shakespeare simplified:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Are you, my love, just like a summer's day?
You are more pretty and more calm than that:
High winds do shake the growing things of May,
And summer's time has all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the fire of sun will burn,
And often does his color grow less bright;
And pretty things become less so, one learns,
when bad things happen or with age's night;
But your not ending summer will not die,
You won't become less pretty than you are,
If Death says you are with him it's a lie,
When in long lasting lines to time you're barred:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and you alive can be.
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CAN YOU EXPLAIN A HARD IDEA USING ONLY THE TEN HUNDRED MOST USED WORDS? IT'S NOT VERY EASY. TYPE IN THE BOX TO TRY IT OUT.
Shakespeare simplified:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Are you, my love, just like a summer's day?
You are more pretty and more calm than that:
High winds do shake the growing things of May,
And summer's time has all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the fire of sun will burn,
And often does his color grow less bright;
And pretty things become less so, one learns,
when bad things happen or with age's night;
But your not ending summer will not die,
You won't become less pretty than you are,
If Death says you are with him it's a lie,
When in long lasting lines to time you're barred:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and you alive can be.
This entry was originally posted at http://firecat.dreamwidth.org/799011.html, where there are
comments. I prefer that you comment on Dreamwidth, but it's also OK to comment here.